Infinity Castle Door Novels & Stories

He pointed toward the heavy reinforced door at the end of the hall, but even as he looked at it, the metal frame began to glow a dull, angry cherry-red. "It’s a bottleneck!" Vance yelled back, his pristine charcoal suit ruined, the fabric scorched and clinging to his sweating skin. The federal cleaner had lost all his bureaucratic arrogance. He looked like a man who had suddenly realized he was standing on the tracks of a runaway train. "The thermal updraft in the stairwell will incinerate us before we reach the ground floor. We need a window! We need to break the glass and jump!" Miller slammed his shoulder against an office door, kicking the handle until the lock gave way. They tumbled int

He snapped, looking so much alike with my uncle Cedric. “Right,” I shrugged my shoulders and silently followed him as he sets out the direction of the Chateau. Newman leads us to the lobby and pass the stairs, standing by the two metal doors, clicking a button beside the door. I watch as the door opens with a ‘ping’ and he pushed me inside, clicking another button once we are inside.

I clicked the button next to the wall, and a heavy maximum security door appeared between the wall to lock her inside. My mother's smile was fading as she began to realize the trap, seeing the door slowly close. "No!" She ran to escape, but it was too late; the door was already locked. My closet was not only the heart of the house but also the most protected place against invasion. There was an unbreakable security system inside; there were no windows or very spacious air ducts, and the door was a fort. Once locked inside, no one could leave without someone opening the door from the outside, as the system only recognized and obeyed my voice. My mother wouldn't be able to leave there unless I

It disappeared and the gates open. “She, does he means Ana or the girl in black?” Van thought. Van and Cara are the first to enter the gates. Kirsten and the rest hesitated, yet no one wants to be left out here with the metal face so they follow with their eyes closed. Van and the rest then emerge into a vast chamber or a void perhaps for there is no floors, walls or ceilings here. There are only doors here, lots and lots of doors floating around like hooded ghosts. Van approaches the nearest one. The door must be more than eight feet tall for it towers above Van’s head. Carved around the decorated knocker is an inscription:

"ISAAC wants to show you where you will be sleeping." "Oh?" ISAAC nods and pulls open the thick solid wood French doors. With a sudden tug, he hauls KY into the room, and KY'S jaw drops. The same wood paneling that lined the walls downstairs is found here, too, and the large windows let in as much natural light as can be allowed. A massive bed sits against one wall, with two nightstands on either side.

When Bianca completely lost her way, Frost finally let her stop in front of a wall. Bianca had seen the invisible door at Ethan's house before, so she widened her eyes and looked carefully, and indeed found something unusual on the wall. The colour of the door blended with the light blue colour of the wall. Sure enough, Frost waved his hand, and as if by magic, a light blue backlit password lock panel appeared on the wall, Frost pressed a few numbers, and the door silently opened an entrance. Bianca's heart tightened instantly. "My cousin saw my door and installed one for himself. Not all of those using touch doors and surnamed Leng are villains!"

The main room was sleek, minimal, and entirely functional—devoid of useless aristocratic luxury. A massive, custom-built desk occupied the northern wall, pre-wired with fiber-optic links directly connected to our independent satellite servers. Above the bed, a multi-paneled array of silent security monitors flickered to life, displaying real-time high-definition feeds of every square inch of the estate's perimeter. ​But the defining feature of his quarters wasn't the technology. It was the heavy, reinforced oak door built directly into his western wall. ​Justice walked over, twisting the handle to slide the adjoined door open. It led directly into the sun-drenched, heavily insulated nursery

Dad asks, snapping the band around his non cast wrist. “Not that often but never hurts to have a safety contingency.” Anders steps back so Zale can log himself in and then the doors open. “That it does not.” Dad answers, moving to walk in front of me after Anders moves back to the lead with Thomas again. The doors close behind us as soon as we are inside and I hear the telltale sound of locks clicking into place. The sound echoes making me jump at little.

The burning sun shone behind it and cast long shadows along the floor. When we made it over the bridge, there was a small walk toward the castle doors. Tall black doors made of an dark metal stretched up for at least twenty feet. My father’s crest was carved into the stone above the doors; a wolf and a sword. I’d stood here many a time with my father to greet guests. The doors creaked as warriors on the inside pushed it open. I stood beside Trent when they came to a stop. Everything inside the castle looked so much smaller than I remembered.